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Well, I, for one, signed the register and I kissed the bride and shook hands with Adrian, who adopted the poor nonchalant attitude of one accustomed to get married every day of his life.

Driving from church to reception with Barbara, I railed, in the orthodox manner of the superior husband, at the modern wedding.
"A survival of barbarism," said I."What is the veil but a relic of marriage by barter, when the man bought a pig in a poke and never knew his luck till he unveiled his bride?
What is the ring but the symbol of the fetters of slavery?
The rice, but the expression of a hope for a prolific union?
The satin slipper tied on to the carriage or thrown after it?
Good luck?
No such thing.

It was once part of the marriage ceremony for the bridegroom to tap the wife with a shoe to symbolise his assertion of and her acquiescence in her entire subjection." "Where did Lady Bagshawe get that awful hat ?" said Barbara sweetly.

"Did you notice it?
It isn't a hat; it's a crime." I turned on her severely.

"What has Lady Bagshawe's hat to do with the subject under discussion?
Haven't you been listening ?" She squeezed my hand and laughed.